I died. That’s what the doctors told me. Here’s what happened. I had dinner with my family, I watched a little television, then I went to bed. A night like any other night. The only thing that was different was that the following morning, I didn’t wake up. My husband called 911. When I woke up in the hospital, I had a trach. They said I had stopped breathing.
The hospital saved my life, but it didn’t seem like I had much of a life. I felt like a burden. Northern Manor took me in and changed that feeling. They brought me back to myself. The staff was so attentive to my needs—both medical and personal. Without their kindness and care and encouragement, I doubt I would be here today.
It would have been very easy for me to feel alienated and alone, to slip into depression, but the people at Northern Manor wouldn’t allow it. There are new activities every day, opportunities to socialize, and I never felt alone. It’s a place that gives me hope, to look forward to the next day, the next moment and the next thing in my life. Thanks to Northern Manor, for me every day is a blessing. I can rest easy.